* * * * *
"Darling, if we return from what has proven to be a wild-goose chase,
will you promise me not to become disheartened, to lose faith in me?"
"Of course not, Johnnie ... I think Darrie offered very good advice,"
she sighed.
Back we turned, by the next day's train, full of a sense of frustration;
what an involved, unromantic, practical world we lived in!
* * * * *
Hildreth heaved a sigh of content as we walked into her mother's flat
again. Her mother was still at Eden ... alone ... taking care of Daniel,
for whom she had a great love.
We had Darrie over the telephone, and soon she was with us, giving us
the latest news of the uproar.
The papers were at us pro and con, mostly con.
Dorothy Dix had written a nasty attack on me, saying that I was climbing
to fame over a woman's prostrate body ... that, in my own West, instead
of a judge and a divorce court, a shotgun Would have presided in my
case....
The _Globe_ was running a forum, suddenly stopped, as to whether people
of genius and artistic temperament should be allowed more latitude than
ordinary folk....
As Hildreth and I rode down Broadway together, side by side,
unrecognised, on a street car, we saw plastered everywhere, "Stop That
Affinity Hunt," a play of that name to be shown at Maxime Elliott's
Theatre.
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